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Ah, you don't really want to know, do you? You do? Gosh, how flattering. Well, I'm me, obviously. I'm a writer, baker of inedible cakes, mother of an indeterminate number of children (they keep moving, it's hard to count), dog owner, cat slave. Occupier of a crumbly old place in the crumbly old countryside in Yorkshire. And merciless self-publicist.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Writerly Dislocations - is writing like a dream state? And I attempt to come to terms with not being Mrs Tony Robinson.

There's a strange thing that happens when I'm writing. It probably happens to all writers, but since I am not all writers, despite my many and varied experiments with rubber noses and different hats, I don't know. So maybe some writers who are lovely and kind (the ones that take me aside and pat me gently when I am having one of my attacks of odd theories, or when I run out of chocolate, or when I'm just having a small, sob-laden moment about never becoming the next Mrs Tony Robinson or whatever)..

(can I have a quick chorus of 'It Should Have Been Me' please?), maybe some of them will come along and tell me whether I am the only person who suffers in this way. Er. I mean, the way about which I am about to elucidate you, not about the suffering because I'm not married to Tony Robinson way, obviously. I am prepared to concede that I am one of a very small number of people who suffer in that particular way. In fact, on a Venn Diagram of People, I fear I may be the only one in the middle of those overlapping circles, in that subset of People Who Are Upset that They Are Not Married To Tony Robinson. I suspect that the contents of the other circles have actually crawled over to the far edges in order not to be associated with the subset that is me.﻿

In fact, they all escaped.

But! I did not come here to bemoan the fact that I may never get the chance to run my fingers through the hair of the delightful Tony! No! I came here to find out if other writers experience the same feelings that I do - and it's all right, I do not expect you to feel the same way about my beloved Tony. In fact, if you did, I should have to hunt you down because I fear competition in the same way as I fear finding out that that the funny noise the hoover just made has coincided with the disappearance of a beloved, yet small, pet.

Writing. It's a bit like being in a dream state. When I am on a writing roll (not ham and cheese, although I do quite like smoked salmon and cucumber) I am completely immersed in the place and people I am writing about, and when I emerge, and for a while afterwards, I sometimes feel as though I am in the 'wrong place'. You know like when you wake up after a particularly enthralling dream and you can't quite remember what is real? As if, when I am writing, I actually am those people, in that place, and when I'm not I have to readjust to being me. And still not married to Tony Robinson. Huh.

2 comments:

After I've been writing I often talk to my BF about the characters LIKE THEY'RE REAL PEOPLE. because to me they are. And he looks at me like I'm a bit mad, shrugs & makes us a cup of tea. Sometimes when I've been plotting w post it notes & pencil I feel like I've gone to the places w the characters & met with them as they've said the things i'm planning them to say. Writers eh! *rolls eyes*